Looking at Yang Yu, Jiese was a little confused.

In the past half year, he accomplished almost nothing. He failed to save a single person and killed more than a hundred hungry people. Then, he almost starved to death in the wilderness.

The physical fatigue was far less painful than the confusion in his heart.

He obviously tried his best to help them, why...

"Does not."

Yang Yu answered very neatly.

"Amitabha……"

Jise's complexion became more and more miserable:

"Then what's the point of the poor monk's practice these years?"

He became a monk at a young age, recited Buddhist teachings for twenty years, and devoted himself to Buddhism. However, in less than two years after he came down from the mountain, he began to question Buddhism.

His heart was shaken.

"You are just a human being, how can you free yourself from the hardships of all sentient beings?"

Seeing that the young monk was depressed, Yang Yu could only comfort him:

"But in my opinion, saving all sentient beings is more like a grand wish! It is similar to Confucianism's idea of ​​reaching out and benefiting the world, but Confucianism also has a saying of 'if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself'.

You are just a Buddhist practitioner, and you are not the legendary Buddha. What are you trying to do to save all sentient beings now? If you can't save all sentient beings, why don't you save one first?"

Regarding Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, Yang Yu has no preference or obvious likes or dislikes. The classics of these three schools ultimately encourage people to do good.

"Save one..."

Chewing Yang Yu's words in his mouth, Jiese's complexion looked better, and his breathing also improved.

"Thank you, Donor Yang, for clearing up the confusion. It's the little monk who has a demonic barrier..."

When Jie Se clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to thank him, Yang Yu looked at another part of the wasteland instead.

If you look closely, your heartbeat will only beat once.

The person who came was wearing black clothes, was thin, lame, had no beard on his face, and had no hair on his head. He was also a monk?

"Another monk?"

Yang Yu squinted his eyes, but his heart was filled with confusion.

Through the formation of his mind's eye, the creation of his six senses, the passage into the soul, and the smelting of black stones, his perception gradually increased, and he could hear the sound of insects within a radius of dozens of feet.

But the monk had already walked into his sight, and he couldn't hear the man's heartbeat, breathing, or footsteps.

In fact, if he hadn't shown up on his own initiative, it's unknown that he would have been able to get within ten feet of him.

For a warrior like him, a distance of ten feet can be reached in the blink of an eye, which is no different from face to face.

This monk is very dangerous.

"Amitabha."

More than twenty feet away, the black-robed monk stopped. He chanted Buddhist chants and raised his head, only to see that he was actually a blind man, with no eyeballs in his dark eye sockets.

"The eyeless monk in black?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, recognizing the person.

This monk's reputation is not small, of course, not a good one.

"Does Donor Yang recognize him?"

"Of course I recognize him. The notorious Eyeless Monk is also on the Six Gates' murder list."

Yang Yu replied:

"It is said that this monk was also a good monk decades ago. He strictly observed all the precepts and chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name every day, accompanied by green lanterns. Until one day, he came down the mountain.

Then, I drank."

"Breaking the precept by drinking, but it doesn't seem to be a bad reputation..."

The color is off and the hair is dazed.

Of course, monks must abide by the precepts, just like officials must abide by the law, but the laws of each country are different, and the precepts that monks of different temples and sects must observe are also very different.

Just like the Fulong Temple, you must observe the precepts when entering the temple, but except for the fundamental precepts, the other precepts do not completely restrict death.

Otherwise, he would not be able to 'transcend' the previous group of refugees.

If drinking alcohol brings a bad reputation, then he is a heinous person...

"If he only drank alcohol and could change his behavior later, he would be a good monk. Unfortunately, this monk's drinking capacity is too bad..."

Yang Yu sneered:

"This monk was sleeping with a family. For some reason, he got very drunk. After drinking, he actually killed the neighbor's chicken and ate it. When the neighbor's hostess came to ask, he first lied and said that he didn't have it. Then he got interested and raped the hostess.

In this way, this monk violated the precepts of eating and drinking, killing, lying, and sexual misconduct in one day."

"this……"

I was jumping wildly and was speechless for a moment.

"And then……"

"After that, the poor monk joined the Jiminglou. Whenever he couldn't restrain himself and wanted to violate the precepts, he would kill someone."

The monk in black clasped his hands together and looked at Yang Yu with his dark eyes:
Chapter completed!